Mail Order Slut

“Yo Evan…foods on the table kid – come and get it while its hot!” Shooter Ellis yelled out as he plated two portions of spaghetti and placed them on the small dining table along with a loaf of garlic bread.  From one of the bedroom doors Evan Peters emerged…20 years old, small in stature at 5’5” tall, and very finely featured with a slender build.  A shock of unkempt blonde hair that he hadn’t bothered to get cut since his arrival in Los Angeles three months ago.  He’d felt suffocated in his hometown in rural Idaho and so as soon as he had finished school, he left home and headed to the coast.  Not sure of what he’d find but certain that it had to be better than spinning his wheels in a dead-end small town.

Shortly after arriving in California, Evan had managed to find work at the diner owned by Shooter, and the 50 year-old widower had taken a liking to the youth right away, not only offering him a job, but also a place to stay until he got on his feet.  Truthfully, Shooter didn’t mind having the kid stay with him, and although Evan had been nervous and slow to trust the relative stranger who had become his employer…and his roommate…he had eventually settled in and was enjoying his routine.  

The unlikely pair sat down to dinner and Shooter told Evan for the millionth time to take a larger helping of food so that he could start putting some meat on his bones…”you are way too skinny kid – we need to fatten you up a bit” Shooter joked.  As the two of them ate they chatted about sports, work, and Shooter asked Evan if he had firmed up any plans for what he wanted his next California adventure to be once he had some money saved up.  Was he planning to stay on the coast?...return to family back east? – to THAT suggestion Evan had insisted that he had no intention of looking backwards, and felt less and less connected to his family in Idaho.  Shooter reminded the 20 year-old that he could stay as long as he liked, and not to worry about rushing to find another place to live.  “Take your time” Shooter told him… “you’re only young once!”.

While Evan was doing the dinner dishes and Shooter was sipping on a strong black coffee and texting back and forth with someone , the older man reminded the youth that he would be away for the next three or four days visiting his sister in Nevada, and that while he was gone Musa would be moving in while his place was being fixed up.  Musa Henry was the delivery driver who worked for the distributor supplying all of the fresh fruit and vegetables for Shooter’s diner.  Shooter said his apartment building had experienced a gas leak and all of the tenants had to relocate for a few days while it was fixed and deemed safe to move back in.  Musa was 28 years old, very tall and slender and had moved to LA from Nigeria about 10 years earlier.  Evan was not looking forward to him moving in while Shooter was out of town as the youth had never felt comfortable around him.  Something to do with the way that Musa looked, no, leered at him when he thought Evan was not able to notice…and of course the fact that he was sure that the tall black man was heavily into smoking marijuana and no doubt other drugs as well.

The following day had passed slowly, with Shooter having left early in the morning and Evan free to putter around the apartment on his own.  It was about 4:00 pm when he heard a key scraping in the lock meaning Musa had arrived.  Standing 6’5” tall but only weighing about 170 lbs, the African was tall and skinny…but wiry and strong from his years spent slinging crates of produce and other merchandise around for his employer’s distributing company.  He had close cropped hair and always wore a red bandana around his forehead.  He spoke accented English with a deep rich voice and looked more like a basketball player than a delivery man owing to his high-top kicks – size 15 – and the tank top and baggy shorts that he always wore.  Musa nodded and muttered a few words to Evan as he passed the youth in the hallway of the apartment and proceeded to drop his bag on Shooter’s bed which would be his for the next three nights.  Later that evening, while Evan had gotten up to go to the bathroom, Musa casually dropped two pills into the 20 year-old’s glass of soda that rested on the coffee table in the living room.  Peering over the edge of his magazine when Evan returned, and watching him gulp down the rest of the soda, Musa pulled out his phone and tapped away sending a brief text message that read… “package will be ready in two hours.”  Ensuring that the text message transmitted properly, Musa kicked back with his size 15’s on the coffee table and waited.

About ten minutes later Evan began to feel really strange.  It started as a heaviness in his limbs and progressed rapidly to a total inability for him to move a muscle.  His arms and legs were limp, and even his mouth hung open at an awkward angle rendering him unable to speak.  He looked frantically at Musa with his eyes – desperate for assistance – and tried to mumble out the words “help me” as the tall African simply ignored the youth and kept reading his magazine.  By the time twenty minutes had passed, the 20 year-old was totally paralyzed, although fully conscious and able to take in everything that was going on around him.  He watched in confusion as Musa got up from the couch, went to his bedroom, and returned with a duffle bag.  Does this asshole not realize I am in real trouble or what – Evan thought to himself…and his confusion became even worse when Musa cleared off the section of the coffee table in front of the young man and sat down on it with an evil look on his face.

The first item Musa retrieved from the bag was a hairbrush.  He proceeded to part the paralyzed youth’s hair down the middle and gather it up into two handfuls at either side that he bound into two pigtails with elastic hair bands adorned with pink plastic baubles.  He then took out a pair of scissors and cut away all of Evan’s clothing, leaving the pig-tailed kid stark naked on the couch while he retrieved item number two…a yellow sundress with white polka dots and a lacy square cut sailor’s neckline.  Manhandling Evan’s limp body Musa managed to pop the dress over the youth’s head and gradually pull it down until he was positioned in sitting with his chin resting on his chest, and the yellow mini-dress barely covering his tiny white penis.  Evan’s feet were next…covered first with white cotton ankle socks, and then a pair of shiny black patent leather maryjane shoes which Musa buckled into place.  Lastly, the big black man tipped Evan’s head back so that it was resting against the high back of the couch and pulled out a small zippered case from his duffel bag.  Out of the case Musa retrieved a bright red lipstick and liberally applied it to Evans slack open mouth making him look like a cross between a schoolgirl, and a whore.  Perfect.

Standing up to admire his handiwork, Musa stared down at Evan with pure lust written all over his face.  Evan was terrified and would have screamed out for help if only he could speak…and the fear of not knowing how or why he had been rendered immobile had yet to dawn on the 20-year-old at all.  Wide-eyed and unable to look away, he saw the 6’5” African move his huge left hand to his crotch and being to play with himself through the fabric.  It was not long until Musa used both hands to push his baggy shorts to the floor, revealing an eight-inch cock that bounced and twitched in front of Evan’s face like it had a mind of its own.  Musa’s cockhead was purplish in colour and was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum as he reached out with both big hands and took hold of one of Evan’s pigtails one in each.  Pulling Evan forward from the back of the couch and using the slut’s hair as handles, Musa aimed his prick right at the gaping wet drooling mouth of the paralyzed youth and slid in his bulbous cockhead.  Working Evan’s head back and forth, Musa gradually buried more and more of his meat into his cocksucker’s throat – which also having been paralyzed offered up no resistance whatsoever including the absence of a gag reflex.  Deeper and deeper Musa plumbed in his cock until he was able to feel his cum-filled balls pressing forward onto Evan’s chin.  Resting there briefly, Musa then set up a steady rhythm of rocking Evan’s skull back and forth, essentially jacking himself off using the 20-year-old’s unwilling but captive mouth and burying all eight inches deep into the young man’s throat with every thrust, coating his dick in thick saliva and throat slime.

Relying only on the tightness of Evan’s esophagus and without his bitch actively sucking and licking him, it took Musa longer to cum than usual…but fifteen minutes after beginning his oral rape of the 20 year old from Idaho, the tall African bully grunted and groaned and pumped a thick load of cum straight down into the younger man’s gut.  Slowly retracting his eight inches of softening cockmeat, the bulbous head fell out of its warm wet receptable and slapped against Musa’s inner thigh.  A few pearls of semen adorned the corners of Evan’s mouth, and Musa simply released his hold on the youth’s pigtails and allowed the cum-guzzling whore to flop back onto the couch, his head tilted at an awkward angle like a broken doll.  Evan’s lipstick was smeared, and with the cum dribbling out of his mouth he looked like a wanton strung out sissy-girl slut all gussied up in a sundress and maryjanes, just to get a belly full of mancum.

Evan wanted to scream and bawl and most of all to get up and run away from the scene of his assault, but he remained paralyzed and under Musa’s control as the African man lit a cigarette and enjoyed the relaxation that always follows dumping a huge load of cum into a greedy little slut.  Musa kicked back and popped his size 15’s up onto the cocksucker’s lap…casually playing with the 20 year-old’s limp sissy-gurl clitty with the toe of his sneaker.  Evan’s terror reached new heights when a few minutes later the doorbell rang, and Musa got up to answer it, greeting the houseguest with familiarity having expected all along for them to be joined by whomever it was at the door.

As the pair of men rounded the end of the couch Evan could hear Musa say to the other man…. “well Bro…did I lie to you?  Fucking sexiest little white boy-bitch that you ever did see.  Out here from some fucking backwater town in Idaho with no family and no connections…just exactly what you said you were looking for am I right?  Damn slut gives one fine blow job too, even with her mouth and tongue paralyzed by that shit you gave me to feed to her to keep her nice, quiet and obedient.”

The newcomer was someone Evan had never seen before.  Black…Nigerian…just like Musa – but totally different in appearance.  This man was older at about 45 – 50 years of age and stood about 5’10”.  Whereas Musa was tall and lanky with a basketball player’s build, the houseguest looked like an NFL linebacker with bulging muscles and a stocky heavyset frame.  A bald shiny head sat atop an extremely thick neck which disappeared into a starched white shirt and looked like it was being strangled by a tight metallic blue tie.  Evan could see the man’s barrel chest and huge pecs through his shirt, and the muscled shoulders and arms tapered down to exposed forearms that would have made Popeye jealous.  His shirtsleeves were rolled up, and on one wrist he sported a heavy gold watch.  Several fingers were adorned by chunky gold rings, some encrusted with precious stones, and his outfit was completed by dark blue suit trousers and shiny black wingtips. 

Musa started in again…“well bro…like I said man…did I lie or what?! – tell me that ain’t the sexiest little piece of lily-white ass that you have ever seen dude?!”

A broad smile spread across the larger man’s face revealing one front tooth made of solid gold and he said… “Too right Musa my brother…this little sissy’s gonna make me some damn good money.  Once we’re done turning her out like a little sissy faggot she’s gonna bring in top fucking dollar.  Which reminds me – here’s your finder’s fee Musa – now help me get this bitch packaged up and you can get on with the rest of your work here man.”  Issac Okocha pulled a fat envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to Musa who did not even need to open it to know that the agreed upon sum of $40K was inside.  The 28 year-old pocketed the money, and then retrieved the large rolling suitcase that Isaac has brought with him and left by the door.  Unzipping it and flipping it open on the floor, the two black men easily hoisted Evan up off of the couch…still a victim of total paralysis but painfully aware of what was being done to him…and folded up his petite body so that he fit nicely into the suitcase.  As his captors were zipping the case shut leaving the youth in total darkness he heard Isaac say to Musa – “get rid of every trace of the little fucker and make it look like she ran away –  I want her to officially disappear so that she can come back in her new life as a tasty little tranny-bitch cumwhore.”

Evan began to cry and felt nothing but despair as the suitcase tilted, and he was rolled out the door and bumped down the stairs by his new owner.  Evan’s life would never be the same again.

Having been hoisted into the trunk of a car and driven to a location he could not possibly identify, Evan Peters had passed out in the suitcase partially from the stale air, partially from the paralyzing drug, and partially from exhaustion.  He woke up still dressed in the yellow sundress, the maryjanes, and still had his hair up in pigtails.  The one difference was that a metal collar was fastened around his neck and connected to the sturdy metal frame of the bed he was on by a long length of chain.  No amount of tugging and pulling on either the collar or the chain provided so much as a smidgeon of give that would provide even the slightest glimmer of hope for escape.  With his muscles now fully awakened and the effects of the paralyzing drug completely worn off Evan called out for help as he continued to yank on his metal leash hoping to break it free from where it attached to the headboard.  The futile attempt for freedom continued until the door or the sparsely furnished room swung open and three men walked in.  Evan flattened himself against the headboard of the bed in fear, recognizing one of the men as the muscle-bound guest who had arrived at Shooter’s apartment and stuffed him into the suitcase to be abducted. 

“Well well well” Isaac Okocha mused… “look who finally woke up!  Bitch I thought them drugs Musa fed you was gonna keep you out for the count like Sleeping Beauty for fucking ever!”  Recognizing that Evan was about to cry out and no doubt demand his freedom as well as insist that Isaac would be going to jail for kidnapping , the big black man beat him to the punch and warned Evan not to say a single solitary word unless he wanted a thorough beating added to the degradations he had already suffered.  “Why don’t you just keep your little mouth shut my sexy little sissy bitch and I’ll tell you what’s what from here on out as far as you’re concerned…ok?”

Evan stared wide-eyed at the trio of men and while still trying to make sense what Musa had done to him…where he was now…and why he was dressed in little girls’ clothing, he decided that maybe keeping his mouth shut as Isaac had demanded was the best decision he could make for now.  Slowly, he nodded his head and waited for the muscular bald man to continue.

Isaac went on to tell Evan that he was a businessman – a leader in a very particular type of industry that included everything from drug dealing, traditional pimping of hookers on the streets, producing and filming all kinds of porn videos on line, and fulfilling special requests for discerning clients who had enough money to make anything they wanted materialize as if by magic.  That, Isaac said, was where Evan came in.  The 20-year-old learned that Isaac like Musa was originally from Nigeria, and that there was a substantial illicit market for human trafficking particularly in white slavery by new money Nigerians who enjoyed having submissive white slaves procured in the west and sent over to Africa for their ownership.  Most were destined to end up as maids or house servants performing domestic duties as indentured chattel, but a rare few were shipped over for a much darker purpose.  Isaac specialized in fulfilling these more custom types of orders and had become exceptionally wealthy himself in the process by making sure that every one of his customers was fully and completely satisfied.

“You see baby, I’ve been contracted by a bigtime Yoruba Chief back in the old country to find him a submissive little white boy like you who could be feminized and turned into a simpering little sissy-gurl whore for the purpose of serving in his house, and serving him personally in some very interesting ways if you know what I mean.  You fit the bill just fucking perfectly so when I found out about you, I messaged the Chief and told him the right merchandise had been located, and he could expect delivery as soon as we could get you ready for shipping.  He’s got a real thing for having little sissy white boys stretched around his big black cock and working his sluts over until they become nothing but the most obedient mindless little sex crazed whores for black cock that you ever did see.  I don’t envy you where you’re headed bitch, but you are gonna make me a whole shitload of money and you may as well start getting used to the fact that the life you knew before is long gone now…from now on you’re property bitch…you belong to superior black men who like to have their cocks serviced, worshiped, drained, and milked.”

Evan was dumbstruck by what he had heard, and finally found his voice to reply to what Isaac had just told him.  Within the space of just a minute or two the youth went from demanding his freedom, to telling Isaac that slavery was illegal and that he had no right to sell him to this African Chief or anyone else for that matter, to bawling and begging for Isaac to show mercy and let him go…promising never to tell a soul and not to go to the police to get Isaac in trouble.

The black man just laughed, slapped Evan hard across the face, and without saying another word began to remove all of his clothes…as did his two companions.  Isaac was muscular and powerfully built while the other two men had average bodies – all three however, had larger than average black cocks which were thickening and growing to full erection as they licked their lips and stared at the captive sissy displayed in front of them for their use and pleasure.

As Isaac approached the bed, he informed Evan that “your new owner wants to personally oversee most of the modifications to his new slut after delivery, but absolutely wanted her trained in some basic skills of worshipping and pleasuring superior black cocks before she arrives in Nigeria.  Because I insist on customer satisfaction bitch, me and the boys here are gonna make sure you get plenty of practice over the next week or so learning just what your proper place is…and how you’d better make those holes of yours nice and eager and open for being stuffed and seeded.

Over the course of the next six days Evan was kept chained to the bed 24/7 except for when one of his trainers took him to the bathroom to relieve himself.  Repeatedly every day he was raped and used by one, two, or all three of the men who now controlled him.  He learned that the other two were named Malik and Hakim, and all three were merciless when it came to working their cocks deep into either the mouth, or the pussy of their chained up sissywhore.  She was given daily injections of what Isaac said were hormones to both block her pathetic amount of testosterone as well as boost her female hormone levels to assist with the changes her new owner wanted made to her body.  She was always referred to as “she”,and was kept dressed as a young sissy teenage gurl which was what she was told she would permanently become by the time her buyer was done with her.

The hard, thick cocks of her trainers were not the only things used to abuse her fuckholes.  All three men used a variety of dildos, strap-ons, and objects like large vegetables to open and dilate her throat and ass, as well as gags, butt plugs, restraints, and other sex toys to cement her humiliation and degradation into the mindset of a slave with no opinion…no say…no power…no identity…and no purpose other than to be used as her betters saw fit.  After only six days – but six days of relentless use – both of Evan’s sets of lips - on her mouth and around her cunt - were swollen, puffy, thickened and inflamed.  The hormones had begun to make her nipples feel extremely sensitive and in response to the pinching and twisting and pumping and clamping they were receiving on a daily basis they too were becoming engorged and seemed to perpetually stand out at attention being chafed and irritated by the fabrics of the outfits in which she was kept dressed.  

At the end of the week Isaac unlocked the chain and removed Evan’s collar, informing her it was time to prepare her for shipping.  Having had her willpower destroyed by the repeated rapes and psychological abuse, she did not even attempt to run once she had been untethered from her bonds.  She was showered and slathered with a thick smelly cream that was applied to her face and her entire body.  The greasy ointment not only stunk to high heaven, but it burned her skin as it was left in place for thirty minutes before being rinsed off of her in the shower.  As the gloopy blobs of cream fell off of her and washed down the drain, the purpose of the application became crystal clear.  Although she had never had much body hair, what had existed was now and forever obliterated by the intense depilatory that had burned out her hair follicles making it impossible for the hair to re-grow…leaving her silky smooth and ever more feminine just as her new owner had ordered.

Hair dyed platinum blonde and given some ringlet curls bunched up with pink and yellow ribbons, Evan was dressed as a slutty little cheerleader in an outfit custom ordered by her buyer and delivered to Isaac’s training facility.  On her feet were bright pink canvas high top runners…two sizes too small in order to pinch and hurt her feet as she was laced into them as tightly as Isaac could manage.  They had three-inch platform rubber soles and peeking out from the top were frilly ankle socks with tiny little bows embroidered onto them.  She had bare legs and sported a one-piece thick rubber cheerleader’s ensemble that had a flared miniskirt in pink latex to match her shoes, while the bodice was constructed of snow-white rubber adorned with the word “slut” in stylized script across her chest.  There were small cut-out holes over each of her nipples to allow them to poke through and the tightness of the garment made her areolas and her titmeat pouch outward like budding little training bra-tits.  A tight pink rubber posture collar was fastened around her neck, and whorish pink and red make-up had been caked on to her face to make her look trashy, cheap, and slutty.  Stuffed up her pussyhole was a black rubber butt plug molded as an exact replica of Isaac’s impressive tool…a parting gift he shoved into her cunt for “her to remember him by”…and her mouth-cunt was opened and stretched around a giant pink silicone ball gag that was strapped securely around her head and buckled shut at the back.  Her hands were stuffed into pink rubber bondage mittens preventing her from using her fingers or being able to hold anything, and they were kept by her side by semiflexible straps of more pink rubber that were connected to tight latex gaskets stretched around each of her milky white thighs.  She was the perfect pretty picture of a submissive white sissy-gurl on her way to becoming the fetishized sex-slave of a sadistic black tribal Chief who had both the means, and the desire to abuse and degrade her to an extent that seemed unimaginable to most people.   

Evan was packed into Isaac’s sleek black limousine and strapped into position with a seatbelt for her ride to the airport where she would be transferred to a private plane waiting to take her to her new home.  For the duration of the drive Isaac kept looking at her and shaking his head…marveling at how much of a transformation had been accomplished in such a short period of time.  Malik was at the wheel of the limo, and as the car rolled to a stop and the engine was shut off Isaac announced that he had wanted to make one quick stop on the way to meet the plane before wishing Evan bon voyage on the way to her new life.  No sooner had Isaac finished speaking when the door to the limo swung open and through the bright sunlight that now beamed into the dark interior of the vehicle with its tinted windows, a man slid in and sat in the seat directly opposite from where Evan was restrained.

Disbelief…and horror…washed over Evan’s face.

“Whooooeeee Isaac…you have certainly outdone yourself on this one.  When you said she was gonna be turned into a sissy whore and feminized for this big-wig Chief back in Africa I had no idea what you were gonna come up with…but she looks fucking amazing my friend…just fucking amazing!”

Shooter Ellis licked his lips and sprung an immediate boner as he looked at the submissive sissy-whore that his one-time employee had become.  Trussed up in her rubber gurly outfit with strings of drool dripping from her mouth that was still obscenely stretched by the giant ball gag, the realization came crashing in on Evan when she saw Isaac hand over another $40K to Shooter, that her one time boss and supposed friend had sold her into slavery and the clutches of the Nigerian rapist who had been abusing her for the last six days.  Isaac told Shooter that he was looking forward to doing business with him again real soon, and the evil owner of the diner groped at his bulging crotch as he ogled the feminized boi who had once been his employee. 

Tears were now rolling freely down Evan’s face and as Shooter got up to exit the limo he looked right at her, laughed, and said… “what a dumb fucking slut you were to believe that I had any interest whatsoever in you.  From the minute I met you I knew you’d be the perfect piece of ass to sell to Isaac for one of his pervert clients.  Of all of the pieces of white trash I’ve helped him unload over the years, you were by far the dumbest, easiest, most naïve one of them all…enjoy having your holes fucked and used by giant black cocks for the rest of your miserable life you stupid whore!  I only wish I had gotten to pop that tight cherry cunt of yours myself.”

As Shooter exited the vehicle laughing uncontrollably at Evan’s permanent fate as a sissy-whore, he called back to Isaac to call him in a few days…he had just hired another stupid but cute runaway in to Evan’s old position that he was sure would be of worth a few bucks to one of the Nigerian slaver’s many clients.  “This one’s a cute surfer boy Isaac…great body…great ass…just the thing some dominant fucker would love to have chained on the end of his leash.” 

The limo pulled away from the curb, and Evan was now on his final journey out of America and over to Africa, where her new life as a sissified sex-slave and gurl-whore was set to truly begin.

Next Chapter…the Chief takes delivery!